And in another plane of existence, the ghosts of eighteen cupcakes tremble in unison.

"One regular brownie it is, then!" Nin brings over one boring brownie for Naeris, and a second, also boring brownie for herself. She offers the sweet to her friend, and once the other elf has taken it, Nin sits down on the couch next to her.

"I guess I'll have to make another batch soon." She'd made the non-psychedelic brownies for Gorudak, but as he's currently unconscious and seems as though he may be for a while, the normal brownies are disappearing as fast as the fun ones. "I've never used an oven as nice as the one in this place." She may be admitting that a little grudgingly, because she's not overly fond of...well, basically every aspect of civilization, but some things have grown on her.

Mostly the kitchens.